Well, she’s not bleeding on the ballroom floor
Just for the attention, ‘cause that’s just ridiculously odd
Well, she sure is going to get it, here’s the setting
Fashion magazines line the walls now, the walls line the bullet holes
Have some composure and where is your posture? Oh, no, no!
You’re pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger all wrong…
You act like you’ve got a pretty laugh stuck in your ragged throat
Proud of the way you dirty your skin, proud of the way you gloat
About the veins, they’re just veins, they’re just another empty sea
I don’t want to swim, I don’t want to sink, I don’t want to censor me
Can you see the way I twist my hair into a noose that I’ll never hang?
Well the knots have hurt my fingers and for a moment my hands stung
All this beauty left to be romantic about, but sometimes nature is a bore
The bayside’s wayside in screaming trees, sometimes nature is a whore
When we did it, it was funny, it was temporary, it was just a tragedy
Coming from the cheap seats and you clapped for the longest irony
Now it’s your turn, it’s not funny, it’s forever, it’s a bruised symphony
We paid the balcony scene just to watch a charcoal sob for a penny
And your lips spill with attention and gush that you don’t want any
Paint the crooked crucifix on your pallid cheeks with bitter and honey
Now all the hypocrites adore you, blood-type A of sycophantic rude
Play a victim with a rifle to their shoulders, act as if it’s how you should
Now the trigger smiles so happy, does that bullet taste like sweet candy?
Do the fucking polaroids show off the best sides of your broken inhumanity?
Make us sorry that this reality didn’t fit your peach-twill dress and sanity
Was it your idea to put the slit in your throat so you can pretend that it’s originality?
Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention!
Give me envy, give me malice, baby, give me a break!
When I say shotgun, you say wedding: shotgun, wedding, shotgun, wedding!
She didn’t choose this role, but she’ll play it and make it sincere
So you cry, you cry (give me a break) but they believe it from the tears
And the teeth right down to the blood at her feet…